He had far too much free time on his hands. Far too much. That was becoming readily apparent by the amount of time he was spending either making sure his couch didn't spontaneously take flight or making certain that there wasn't a full pint glass in a 12 block radius of his flat. There was one glimmer of hope in his couch potato'ing future (and unfortunately it wasn't catching Johnson in her birthday suit fresh out of the shower) and that was that he'd finally pulled enough strings and managed to worm his way into a meeting with the Falcons coach. He needed his spot back or his arse was liable to double in size and that was not okay.
In celebration of that fact Adrian had made an early night of it and crawled a few pubs. A pint here, a game of darts there. Those darts were clearly practice of hand eye coordination. In the process he had wandered a bit out of his normal haunts and was on the look out for a new bench to park himself. If only he wasn't in Muggle London, the drunk owls were only a few pint glasses away and he knew how much Johnson loved those. Caring was sharing.
He had his hands shoved in his pocket as he strolled his happy arse around a corner when a... was that a squeak... caught his attention. Quick reflexes whipped his head in the direction of the sound and low and behold there was a female form darting away. And was that... Adrian's brow furrowed for a moment as he approached. Oh yes, twins. Hot. A smirked settled onto Adrian's face as he walked to the doorway she'd hidden in. He rested a shoulder on the jamb and got a better look at her face as to determine which on it was. "Little Miss Muffet what the bloody hell are you hiding from?" Oh the curds and whey comments that were running through his head. His self-restraint was really amazing.